Today I let my boyfriend pick a page, and he decided on page 173.
“Are you talking to a can?” Captain Bog’s voice bellowed behind him.
Jed looked up. “No.”
“Did it say anything interesting. You sounded pretty sweet and mushy. Were you two getting to know each other? Middle names, favorite colors, that sort of thing?”
“I wasn’t talking to a can.”
Captain Bog rubbed his chin. “Hmmm. Interesting. Either (a) you don’t know what the word talking means or (b) you don’t know what cans are. Because you were holding one, and you were talking to it.”